Quotes on Dark Tower Series

Battles that last five minutes spawn legends that live a thousand years.

Yet suppose further. Suppose that all worlds, all universes, met at a single nexus, a single pylon, a Tower. And within it, a stairway, perhaps rising to the Godhead itself. Would you dare climb to the top, gunslinger? Could it be that somewhere above all of endless reality, there exists a room?...' You dare not.' And in the gunslinger's mind, those words echoed: You dare not.

I do not kill with my gun; He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart.

The universe (he said) offers a paradox too great for the finite mind to grasp. As the living brain cannot conceive of a nonliving brain — although it may think it can — the finite mind cannot grasp the infinite.

I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I aim with my eye. I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I shoot with my mind. I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart.

May you find your Tower, Roland, and breach it, and may you climb to the top!

Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.

Fault always lies in the same place: with him weak enough to lay blame.

All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead. These are the rooms of ruin where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one.

The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.

Any statement beginning with the words 'In truth' is almost always a lie.

I have no opinion. No, none at all. Opinion is politics, and politics is an evil which has caused many a fellow to be hung while he's still young and pretty.

and now, all these years later, it seem to him that the most horrible fact of human existence was that broken hearts mended

The scariest, most terrifying thing that I fear? Yes. My Imagination. I thought you were going to say "Fear, itself." Then you have a small imagination.

The man in black smiled. "Shall we tell the truth then, you and I? No more lies?" I thought we had been." But the man in black persisted as if Roland hadn't spoken. "Shall there be truth between us, as two men? Not as friends, but as equals? There is an offer you will get rarely, Roland. Only equals speak the truth, that's my thought on't. Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of regard. How tiresome!

No one ever does live happily ever after, but we leave the children to find that out for themselves.

It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.

A coward judges all he sees by what he is.